By the time the New World of Hatrafa arrived in the morning, Santa Cruz in the Old World had already completed its engagement luncheon.

The costumed guests have already dispersed, but the story behind the scenes has only just begun.

"Her Royal Highness Princess, please come with us"

"The Dome of the Rock is a jewel of the world's art, so let us tell you where you will be living in the future. ”

"Haha, many places are never open to outsiders, we are fortunate to follow Her Royal Highness the princess to see these treasures, Her Royal Highness is our lucky star"

A group of famous ladies and ladies from the kingdom gathered around Her Royal Highness, the slender paper-like princess who came from afar, to visit the magnificent "Dome Palace" like the Museum of Nations.

And at this time.

The other protagonist of the engagement, King Philip II of Cyrius, is meeting a mysterious figure in a lounge.

To be honest, in all kinds of complicated and complicated etiquette, this king didn't pay much attention to the appearance of Princess Mary Theresa.

No matter how beautiful or ugly, tall, short, fat or thin, the person you want to marry is actually not her, but the crown she represents!

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, the engagement ceremony with the Habsburgs has been successfully completed.

When you truly wear that crown, we can start implementing the next steps step by step.

No one understands the power of the medium better than us in the School of Damnation, and this will be the ladder to supreme kingship for you and your family!"

Dressed in a luxurious gown, Philip II, who was close to forty years old, but still a young man in appearance, saw that what generations of ancestors had longed for was about to be fulfilled in his own hands.

I couldn't help the excitement in my heart, and drank all the precious wine in my hand in one gulp:

"Ha, there's still a full year left in the wedding, but I can't wait for it now. ”

The white-haired middle-aged man in a black robe beside him hurriedly bowed slightly and assured the impatient king:

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, I assure you that Maximilian, the Holy Emperor of the Lothar Empire, will return to the heavenly kingdom of the primordial god Tirentius within a month of your marriage to Princess Mary!"

The white-skinned black-robed man who couldn't tell his specific age was the great wizard of the "Cursed School" who had returned to Syrius with the "Commander of the Guards".

I don't know why, in just one year, he has managed to gain the trust of Philip II, and even became close to the king's confidant.

"I recognize Anduenqing's ability, when the supreme kingship of Syrius shines on the world, there will definitely be a place for the Curse School in this Source Continent.

This is the promise of the king of the earth and the sea!

I am clear about your demands, unlike those bastards who eat the kingdom's large offerings and dare to dictate the affairs of the kingdom."

Speaking of this, Philip II's face was slightly gloomy, thinking of the ugly face of the "Eternal Fire" archbishop who was the presiding officer at the engagement ceremony just now, who seemed to have died in the whole family.

The depression that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time seemed to turn into a raging flame and rush out of his chest!

As the most honorable kings of the land, they have had enough of the constraints of the Eternal Flame Church, although they did help the kingdom in many ways.

From the support of the transcendent knights to the "legendary warship", especially during the initial raid on the New World, the Flame Angel was summoned to defeat several indigenous gods, laying the initial pattern of Cyrius's rule over the New World.

But it also allowed the power of the church, and the rebellion of the church more than the kingdom, to permeate every aspect of the military, administration, and commercial system.

Obviously, those "servants of God" see this more as an investment, and they never treat Sylius differently, so they almost label Sylius as a "money bag".

In particular, as the "City of Freedom", "City of Light", and "Holy City" of the Church, Novigre, which has no output, wants to devour the massive resources worshiped by Syrius, and even firmly presses on Syrius's head!

Is it because there is a hole in the center of the city, and there is a flame that has not been extinguished for thousands of years? Is this a miracle? Is this a proof that Santa Cruz, which is built by the Cyrius people with blood, sweat and wisdom, and is closer to the "eternal fire"?

Philip II and successive kings were not convinced!

Every ruler on the continent knows that as a secular king, he must distinguish between "God" and "Church".

In the "dark millennium" that preceded the Renaissance, there were few miracles of the true God, let alone the frequent arrival of angels to interfere in mundane affairs.

Like mortal kingdoms, wizarding schools, and so on, who can survive the forces of mortals?

Historically, the true God sect has been corrupted and destroyed, and there have been examples of mortals receiving divine revelation and then rebuilding the church.

This also made the secular authorities see clearly the essence of the church, mortals cannot control God, but it is possible to control other mortals, and the church of God is not monolithic.

No one knew better about the contradictions within Cyrius than Philip II.

After he really released the signal that he was going to be crowned emperor today, he may be able to see clearly who is his enemy and who is likely to be his friend.

I, Philip II, the great King of the Hirius, Emperor of the Holy Lothar, may not be able to stir up another religious revolution.

In the present when the four seas are lurking outside, completely solve the contradictions within the kingdom!

The unswerving feat of building the Cyrius Empire!

Rustle

The delicate fountain pen seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, automatically leaving lines of handwriting exactly the same as Aven's handwriting on a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wings.

See the pen animated by the activated aura draw the last stop on the paper.

Evan carefully pinched it, read through it and made sure that there were no problems, and then carefully rolled up the letter titled "Overlord's Disqualification Plan" and handed it to a seagull that stayed at hand.

Chirp

The seagull, which was snow-white and had no variegated color, took the letter with its paws, barked softly, and flapped its wings.

Syllable!

In a blast of air, it exploded into a cloud of light and disappeared into the material world.

The "messenger" will transit through the spirit realm to the mainland of Pharytis and deliver the letter to His Royal Highness Crown Prince Levina. In the spiritual realm, the scale of space is meaningless, and can even be described as fleeting.

The colony is able to communicate with the mainland in a timely manner across the ocean, relying on the spiritual messenger in the hands of a sitting wizard.

Although without the permission of the master, especially if the recipient of the message is an extraordinary being, it is almost impossible for a weak messenger to forcibly deliver the message, just as a spirit creature cannot reach the physical world.

However, in the "Violet Eye" in Newinn Harbour, there is also a pre-programmed corresponding beacon, and if they want to deliver a message, the members of the association can simply have the messenger deliver it there, similar to a landline.

As a reward for the "Song of the Siren", Evan, who has long had official wizarding privileges, is of course eligible to use it for free.

But.

Don't try to deliver packages through the spirit world other than sending letters, which do not support that format, and sending letters can only deliver special letters written on spiritual paper, which are of great value.

Others may need to capture suitable spirit creatures, but Evan doesn't.

He had already performed a corresponding ritual for a pair of spirit seagulls who had remained in the spirit realm completely, binding them to his beacons and becoming his own messengers.

"Everything that can be done has been done, I hope Your Highness can make a decision!"

Looking into the void, Aven was distracted.

After leaving his residence in Milan, he didn't sleep all night, thinking about the impact if the Great Treasure Fleet was indeed destroyed.

On the surface, of course, it is a good thing for all countries to be happy about, and whether there is hatred or not hatred of the Hyrius, it is something that most countries in the circle of the entire civilized world are happy to see.

But as a military power that can single-handedly take on the whole world, the first thing Sylius will do is likely to pass on the losses.

The lessons of the past are not far away, and there is no need to reason, just look at the information left by various countries to know that every time the fleet was destroyed and suffered heavy losses, it would desperately loot and deepen the contradictions with neighboring colonies, not to mention that it is now becoming more and more reckless?

Who will be the victims? Who will not be the victims of Sylius?

And that's the opportunity!

With memories of two lifetimes, he knew exactly how the first empire of the sun never set had become disillusioned, and how similar its situation was to that of Syrius now.

This is also the origin of the "Overlord Disqualification Project".

When the united front of the victims is formed, it is the beginning of the first step of the "blood loss plan", and it is also an opportunity for oneself to go further!

Stomp and tread

Stood up and walked to the window.

On the pier in the distance.

A heavy cruiser, the Venus, a fourth-class ship, the Stormhorn, and two fifth-class cruisers, the Gladiator and the Wrestler, which have also been converted by themselves and have improved their capabilities, are quietly moored. Fastest update Mobile:

"I should have a little bit of a chance to join the game now, right?"